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True story. When I was a teenager I had no less than twenty small warts on my right hand. I had a summer job and the rest of my family were heading on a three week vacation. Just before they left I showed them to my dad and he looked at my hand and just said I don’t see any warts what are you talking about.
At the time he just peaved me off with this comment as I was imbaresed by them being a teenager and all.
He said when I get back in three weeks show me your hand and he left.
Over the next three weeks I was buisy and forgot all about them and our conversation.
When he got back the first thing he said was let me see your hand and I looked at it and all the warts were gone.
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